He stood back, running a hand over the curve of my ass and the back of my thigh. “Alright, my little misbehaver. Panties off.”
Laurie’s new boss is painfully handsome, and try as she might, she just can’t keep her mind focused on her work when he’s around. Worst of all, he’s starting to notice the effect he has, and toying with his blushing assistant is quickly becoming his favorite game.
He loves how embarrassed she gets when he jokes that she needs a spanking, but she never thought he’d really go through with it.
He’s going to show her how wrong she is, and how good being wrong can feel …
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a sexy alpha male boss and his young secretary, spanking, discipline, rough sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.
My blush renewed tenfold and my eyes darted up to his own deep, probing eyes. There was something in them … hunger or desire for something. “Do I need – a spanking?” I repeated.
He put a hand to my chin and raised my face to look at him. My eyes rose shyly and gazed into his handsome face. I had never been so close to him. Every breath was that familiar, intoxicating scent. I was trembling a little against his touch. I had lost track of where his stern sense of discipline ended and where his simple desire to have his hands on my body began. Both were clear and unhidden on that face that had so often dominated my thoughts.
“I – I guess so,” I breathed quietly.
“You guess so, sir.”
He pointed behind himself towards the desk. “Well, I wouldn’t want to think I’ve been going easy on you.”
“No, sir,” I agreed almost inaudibly.
He stepped aside and I moved to the desk on trembling legs, unsure if I was embarrassed or afraid or helplessly turned on. The answer was undeniably all three at once. I could feel the heat in my body. A little dribble of wetness escaped my hot folds and seeped into the fabric of my panties.
I put my hands out to feel the smooth, cold surface of the desk and shuffled my feet back a little to bend over. But it seemed he was serious, and had no interest in my faltering half-measures. He put a strong hand on my hip and pushed me back and out until I was bent far over at the waist, my ass thrust out and my head between my arms. My breath felt high and tight in my chest as I stared down at the floor.